"They don't accept sh#t, but they're quick to dish it out to anyone."

Let’s talk about these "I don't take nonsense" people — the scratch my back and I'll scratch yours type. You know them. The ones who pride themselves on having zero tolerance for disrespect, and they make sure everyone knows it.

And honestly? There's nothing wrong with wanting to be treated with respect. Nobody enjoys being treated badly. That part is valid.

But here’s the issue: many people in this category have double standards. They demand respect but don’t always give it. They shout “boundaries” but trample on others'. They cry foul at the slightest shade, yet casually toss shade like it's confetti.

Bottom line: if you don’t like rubbish, don’t give it.
Treat people the way you want to be treated. It’s not that deep — it’s just life principles.

Happy Weekend by the way.
© Juliet Chinenyenwa Alex

History: A Guide to the Present and the Future.

The study of the past to understand the present and predict the future is the sole purpose of history. Yet, it is quite unfortunate that many who study history fail to learn its lessons.

Time and time again, century after century, people keep making the same mistakes their forefathers made. They pass down these mistakes—knowingly or unknowingly—to their children, who in turn pass them to the next generation.

Historical mistakes don’t just lie in matters of health; they affect all aspects of life. A society that doesn’t learn from history is bound to keep moving in circles, repeating old patterns and handing them over to future generations.

So, learn from history. Don’t just memorize historical names and dates. Understand the why, the how, and the consequences. History is the study of the past, to understand the present and predict the future.

So do you just know history and not learn the lessons?

#grace
#julietchinenyenwaalex

Starlight.

Starlight was a kingdom in the vast heavens, home to countless stars scattered across the sky. Each one shone in its own way—some brightly, others dimly. Among them was one star who never believed in its own ability to shine.

Though born into a territory known for mediocrity—a place where stars glimmered faintly—this star accepted the lie that it was never meant to shine. So, every time the others rose to light up the sky, he hid behind the glow of the moon, whispering excuses to himself.

He did this day after day, until eventually... he crumbled into a crust—an echo of the light he never let shine

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We are all stars, born to shine. It is a disservice to God, to yourself, and to humanity when you choose to dim the light placed within you.

Your environment should never define your potential. Our Lord Jesus was born in Nazareth—a place so overlooked that people asked, "Can anything good come out of Nazareth?" Yet, Jesus lived a radiant life, standing out among His peers, subordinates, and superiors.

You are meant to shine.

Don’t let self-doubt, sin, or fear rob the world of your light. Step out today. Shine with purpose. Shine with boldness.

Shine because the world needs your light.

© Juliet Chinenyenwa Alex
#grace
#JulietChinenyenwaAlex

"You're pregnant?" Abigail whispered causing several heads to stare at the table where they both sat. The librarian who was few inches away from them gave the hush sign.
“Sorry,” Abigail muttered then lowering her voice she said to Gladys.
"So... who's the father?"

Gladys swallowed hard “That’s the problem. I don’t even know.”
Abigail gave her a disgusted stare “So you were sleeping around?”
“No. Yes. I don’t know,” she answered, her voice shaking.
She lowered her head and began to sob.

“My parents will kill me if they find out. I’m confused. I don’t know what to do.”
Abigail sighed and rubbed her back. “It’s okay, Gladys. Stop crying because crying won’t change anything.”
“So what do I do now?”
Abigail hesitated, then whispered, “Well… you could abort it.”
“That’s absurd,” Gladys replied.
“Well… do what you want. But that’s the only thing I can suggest.”

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Out of fear? Or simply looking for a solution Gladys took the advice.

She aborted the baby.

But she ended up with a damaged womb.
A future she didn’t plan and a pain she didn’t pray for.

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This is fictional story however it’s a reflection of what many girls go through.
They make a mistake—and instead of seeking help, they cover it with another one.

Sexual immorality is still wrong—no matter how glamorous it looks.
No matter how many people normalize it.
No matter how curious you are.
And no, abortion isn’t “freedom”—it’s a deeper wound.

God’s word says:
“Flee youthful lusts…” — 2 Timothy 2:22

© Juliet Chinenyenwa Alex

It's a beautiful morning. It's a wonderful day. Go out and conquer.

#grace
#goodmorning

When your eyes become your lord, you will be bound to satisfy all their cravings—whether good or evil.

“Do not take anything with you when leaving, okay?” the elderly man warned sternly. His voice echoed through the small room as he addressed the four young men taking shelter in his home. A violent storm had swept through the city, stranding them on their way back to their respective universities.

“Yes, sir,” they chorused, watching the elderly man quietly step out of the room.

Charles flopped onto the bed, eyes roaming across the ceiling.
“This room looks like it hasn’t been used in a century,” he said.

“How would you know?” Peter asked, unpacking his bag.

“Look at those drawings. They look like Mediterranean-era paintings.” He pointed toward the ceiling.

“Historian!” Henry mocked, making the others burst into laughter.

“I’m serious,” Charles insisted. “I bet there are ancient antiques in this house. First thing tomorrow, I’m going searching.”

“Remember what the old man said,” John reminded him.

“Forget the old man,” Charles replied, shutting his eyes with a smirk.


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The next day, the storm cleared. The water receded, and the sun pierced through the clouds. The housemaster gathered the boys and gave them parting words of wisdom. In return, they handed him small tokens of appreciation and went on their way.

But not long after their departure, the housemaster made a troubling discovery—one of his most precious antiques was missing.

Panicked, he raised an alarm. The neighbors quickly rallied and pursued the young men. When they caught up with them, a search was conducted—and the missing item was found tucked inside Charles' bag.

They were all arrested and thrown into a prison cell.


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This fictional tale echoes the ancient story of Achan—a man who let his eyes override the commandments of God.

Achan saw, desired, and took—and his disobedience brought ruin not only upon himself, but upon his people.

Just like Charles, when the eyes become your master, you’ll be driven to satisfy every craving, regardless of consequence.

Beware what your eyes fixate on—because what you stare at too long, you may start to crave. And what you crave, you may soon disobey to obtain.

© Juliet Chinenyenwa Alex

#HappyWeekendall
#Grace

Good evening y'all. So I'm thinking of starting a short story series where I'll post a chapter everyday.

The title of the story is "FORBIDDEN LOVE" What do y'all think?